753: C753 Presidential Suite

C753 Presidential Suite

0Only now that Yang Song had eaten the real fire in the capital, did he finally feel that he had indeed arrived in the capital. This sort of flavor could not be found anywhere else.

After the meal, all the food on the table was gone. Only then did Yang Song let out a long sigh of satisfaction. He stood up and smiled, "Alright, I'm full. Lady Boss, how much is it?"

Before the Lady Boss could say anything, the python took the lead and angrily looked at Yang Song. "I've eaten so many delicious things from you in Luo City, do you still want to treat me to a meal?" This is the capital, my boss. How could I let you treat him? "

There seemed to be a little bit of logic behind it. During this period of time, it seemed like he had gotten used to others eating and drinking at his place. It wouldn't be a problem for him to have others treat him to a meal! He would enjoy it for himself.

After the meal, Yang Song was satisfied. He walked to his side and asked with a smile, "How was it? Satisfied? Are we going to drink soy milk now? "

"I won't be going today. Didn't you say you wanted to see me tomorrow?" Let's go drink soy milk first and talk about other things later! " Yang Song had already been conquered by the capital's delicacies, as if other matters were no longer important.

Whatever it is, you have to give me a little back now. You have to let me eat enough.

"So where to now? Are you going back to the hotel? It's getting late, I have to go back to the army. " He looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon. It was time to go back.

Yang Song looked at his phone. The location had already been sent to him, so he didn't know how he should go there. He could only show it to the python and said, "Please send me here, I don't know the way."

"No problem, it's nearby, not far!"

When he returned to the hotel, he had told Xu Tingsheng that he would pick up Yang Song at seven in the morning. It wasn't that he wanted to see Old Master Xu earlier, but that a family of soy sauce had closed at eight in the morning. At least that's what the serpents think.

Yang Song remembered that there seemed to be Uncle Chen's shares in this hotel. When Yang Song walked to the front desk, the girl there asked for his name and compared it with the photo. She knew who he was and quickly brought Yang Song to the top floor, to the presidential suite.

Upon entering, Yang Song was somewhat surprised. He did not expect it to be a presidential suite. A five-star presidential suite was really not for show. It was a dazzling scene. Yang Song was pleasantly surprised!

There were a lot of menus on the coffee table. Other than the dishes, there were all kinds of services, and if they needed take-out, they could ask them to buy them. More importantly, Yang Song saw that there was a washout service, which Yang Song had to give to the hotel.

After a busy day, Yang Song had nothing to do today and did not want to go out to play. After taking the plane, he still felt a little tired, so he prepared to take a bath and have a nap.

During this period of time, he had not rested since the beginning of his injury. Even when he was severely injured, he had to grit his teeth and persevere in order to prevent others from finding out.

No matter what happened this week, he could have a good rest. Even if there were a lot of things to do, at least he wouldn't tire himself to death every day like he did in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

After the shower, Yang Song wiped his hair and walked out. He was wearing the bathrobe prepared by the hotel. It was quite comfortable. Should he prepare a few more sets when he got home in the future? By making this thing, he would be able to prevent Meng Shihan from secretly taking photos of him again.

After the clothes were changed, Yang Song was ready to enjoy himself and called for the washroom service. Soon, the waiter ran over and helped him take the clothes. He also said that he would bring them back tomorrow morning.

Yang Song nodded and said, "Sorry for the trouble, but I have to go out tomorrow morning. You can just come in and hang it up."

"No problem, I wish you a happy life!" The waitress left the room after finishing her sentence with a smile.

Tomorrow morning, Yang Song was going to the military base early in the morning, so the waiters here would definitely not come early to deliver the clothes. It would be better to just let her come in by herself.

The hotels all had all-purpose keys, and most of them were living on cards, so it was much more convenient to have a all-purpose key. Yang Song didn't bring anything important anyways, the most important thing might be his phone since the phone had the money he needed.

Now that the internet had developed, Yang Song only had a hundred dollars in his wallet, mainly for his ID card, driver's license and so on. He didn't put anything else inside.

Lying on the large double bed, Yang Song was somewhat emotional. This really deserved to be called a five-star hotel! This suite felt like an apartment. No, an apartment wasn't that luxurious.

Yang Song lay on his bed, thinking about how he should arrange this week's time rationally. However, he was careful and stuck a note on the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's door saying that there was no time limit. If there was no way to deal with it in a week, then he would think about it two days later.

Ye Zichen took out his phone and sent a message to those guys at home to protect their safety. Just when he was about to put it away, he suddenly thought of someone.

That's right! This place was the capital. Last time, Zeng Mei had said that he lived in the capital, and when they arrived in the capital, she would ask him to treat her well. Thinking of Yang Song here, she opened her prestige, searched for him, and finally found Zeng Mei's authority.

It was a picture of her in high school. It was green back then and had a hint of a child's taste. Compared to now, it could be said to be two different people. She just didn't know why she would use this picture as a picture.

"Beautiful girl, what are you doing?"

It seemed that Zeng Mei was at work for about ten minutes before she replied. Yang Song thought that she was too busy to reply and was about to go to bed. Who knew that he would suddenly hear a notice from Wei Xin.

"Oh, isn't that our chef god? What do you want to talk to me about today? Are you trying to borrow money from me? "

Zeng Mei knew how much money Yang Song's shop made. He was richer than her and definitely did not lack money, which was why she made a joke. Yang Song also understood this, so he only smiled and quickly typed on it with his fingers.

"Aiya, this has all been discovered by you. My business has recently failed, can you lend me a few hundred million? Let me swing by? "

"Stop messing around, several hundred million? "You only sold me for a few hundred million. Alright, stop joking around. Why are you suddenly looking for me?"

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